Naruto training king

In a daze.

Hinata Kiyomi seemed to hear someone calling his name.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes before opening his heavy eyelids.

"Quan, what time is it now?"

Quan, wearing a maid outfit, knelt on the side of the sleeping bag and handed the wet towel to his hand.

"It's three in the morning and you've been off for seven hours."

Seven hours, if it is a normal rest, is definitely enough.

But after three consecutive days of driving, it was like being woken up after staying up all night and only sleeping for an hour. My head was still groggy and my eyes were sore.

Qingmi took the wet towel, and the cold feeling made his hand tremble subconsciously: "Cold water?"

"This is the only condition on the battlefield." Quan's voice was slightly apologetic.

"It doesn't matter, cold water is better."

He put the towel on his cheek, and the cold touch made his brain sober.

"Huh~"

He exhaled through the towel, and then rubbed the acupuncture points around his eyes through the towel. When he took off the towel and was about to put it into the basin to scrub, Quan naturally took the towel from his hand.

The cold water covered the back of plain white hands. Seeing her rubbing the towel in the basin, Qingmi laughed inexplicably.

"Quan, why do you really think of yourself as a maid?"

However, Quan didn't answer his words, just silently wrung the towel dry.

The buttocks covered by the black skirt were slightly raised, leaving the tightly fitting heels. At the same time, the upper body leaned forward and handed the towel in front of him.

Qingmi took the towel and asked: "Quan, how long have you rested?"

"I just woke up half an hour ago."

"Uh-huh."

After briefly washing up, Qingmi stepped on the ground and walked towards the command center in the middle.

At the same time, the entire camp had woken up, and the ninjas were checking their ninja tool bags to ensure that they would not fall off the chain on the battlefield.

The logistics troops need to carry supplies and cannot march as quickly as they do. If you are injured now, you will have to wait at least two days before you can get treatment from a medical ninja.

After opening the curtain of the big tent, Nara Shikaku and a mountain ninja had already started working.

He raised his hand in greeting and shouted: "Uncle Shikaku."

"Yes." Lu Jiu nodded slightly and asked, "Qingsi, are you not used to getting up so early?"

"It's okay to wake up early, but the previous consumption was a bit too much, and I haven't fully recovered yet."

As he spoke, he found a chair and sat down, looking curiously at the mountain ninja who seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed.

"The fatigue caused by the rapid march is very great, not to mention it is your first time to experience this feeling."

Shikaku smiled, picked up a cup of hot tea and put it to his mouth.

When he looked up, the thick bags under his eyes were clearly visible. It was obvious that he had taken a shorter rest, or maybe even no rest at all.

Putting down the tea cup, he continued: "Are you curious why we have to start preparations so early?"

"Um."

"In the hot desert, only the refreshing early morning is the most suitable time for ninja operations in Sunagakure Village. And we are the defenders, so we must get up earlier than them."

Qingmi knew that this was Shikaku teaching him experience. So he nodded very seriously and said, "I remember."

At this moment, the mountain ninja next to Shikaku suddenly shouted: "Shikaku-sama, the ninjas have arrived at the designated location."

"good."

His eyes fell on the map, and the wisps of heat rising from the teacup couldn't hide the fatigue on his face.

But even so, Shikaku was still issuing various orders in an orderly manner, and the mountain ninja beside him conveyed these orders accurately.

"well."

Qingmi sighed slightly and sat in his seat, quietly waiting for Shikaku's order.

Time passed by, and the sky outside the big tent was still dark.

In the tent, Hinata Kiyomi's head suddenly dropped, and he suddenly woke up.

He quickly looked around at the situation and frowned slightly: "Am I... asleep?"

This is not possible!

You have to find something to do, otherwise you won't even know when you fell asleep.

At this moment, he remembered the scroll that Tsunade had thrust into his hand before leaving.

Since I have been on the road these past few days and rested non-stop after arriving at the border of the Land of Fire, I didn't have time to see what was inside.

Could it be... the art of Flying Thunder God?

Tsunade's attitude towards her has always been somewhat duplicitous. Although she said she would not be accommodating, maybe she really softened her heart in the end?

Thinking of this, Qingmi suddenly became happy and quickly reached into his arms and took it out.

Upon closer inspection, the scroll was actually locked by a sealing technique. From this look, the contents inside the scroll must be quite valuable.

He untied the seal in a few clicks, then grabbed a corner of the scroll and pulled hard.

Come on, my Flying Thunder God's...Um, what is this?

Qingmi frowned tightly, flattened the scroll, looked at the long list of names on it and couldn't help but fell into deep thought, until... he saw two familiar names.

"Senju Hashirama...and Tsunade-hime, is this a psychic contract from the Slug Sage of the Shiggy Bone Forest?"

It was obvious that Tsunade knew exactly what he wanted.

Compared with the extremely difficult Flying Thunder God technique, Slug Immortal's psychic contract is the most suitable way to save his life now.

Qingmi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and murmured: "Golden retrievers are indeed rich in tsunderes."

He bit his index finger and wrote his name at the end of the scroll. When the last stroke came down, he could feel that the psychic contract had been signed.

The next second, the scroll in front of him disappeared with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, Qingmi pressed his hands on the ground with hand seals to control the amount of chakra input.

"Psychic Slug!"

A burst of white smoke burst out, and a blue-white slug about the length of an arm appeared on the ground. After being summoned by the psychic contract, the slug climbed up along Qingmi's arm that was pressed on the ground.

At the same time, Qingsi could clearly feel the fatigue and sleepiness in his body gradually disappearing.

It wasn't until it lay on its shoulder that it greeted softly: "Xiao Qingsi, we finally meet."

"Sir Slug." Qingmi shouted respectfully.

As a time traveler, he is actually not used to calling Mr. XX. But there is no other way, just do as the Romans do, and you can't do it without shouting.

Most of the time, he just goes through the motions. Only this "Sir Slug" was definitely the most sincere one he had ever shouted!

In the past, he only thought about being a wet nurse so that he could be self-sufficient after being injured.

But now that he has tasted the power of slugs, he finally understands why the sage in Valorant can restore full health when he feeds others, but can only restore one-third of his blood when he feeds himself.

Because there is no medical ninjutsu in this world that can eliminate physical and mental fatigue!

This is something only the Slug Immortal can do.

Speaking of this, Kiyomi suddenly remembered something and walked quickly to Nara Shikaku.

"Master Slug, can you use that power again?"

"Um."

The Slug Immortal nodded, and then its body trembled slightly and split into two.

One of the slugs crawled onto Nara Shikaku along Kiyomi's arm, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. The look on his face suddenly became much better, and even the swelling under his eyes disappeared a lot.

Hiss~

Even though he had experienced it once, Qingmi would still be inevitably shocked when he saw it again.

At this moment, the voice of the Slug Immortal sounded in his ears.

"Xiao Qingsi, this is the power of immortal magic. Do you want to learn it?"

The magic of Shigulin?

Hearing this, Qingsi was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself and asked, "Am I qualified to learn?"

Immortal Slug nodded, and there was a cold feeling on his neck. He felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

At this moment, the tent curtain was opened, and Izumi walked in carrying a lunch box.

She walked closer and was immediately attracted by the slug on Qingmi's shoulder.

But he was just stunned for a moment, then he put the lunch box on the table and took out the food inside: "Master, this is breakfast."

Those of them who stayed behind still had food to eat, while those ninjas who had already rushed to the battlefield early could only rely on soldiers' food pills.

Qingmi took the food and asked: "Izumi, what time is it now?"

"At five o'clock in the morning, the sky is already a little bright."

"Five o'clock in the morning..." He murmured, and his eyes suddenly turned and fell on the mountain ninja in the tent.

The next second, the Yamanaka ninja opened his mouth and shouted: "Lord Shikaku, the fourth team sent information that their Hyuga ninjas have detected the first Sunagakure ninja!"

"Lord Shikaku, the third, sixth, and first teams sent intelligence one after another, and they all detected the whereabouts of the ninjas of Sunagakure Village!"

Here they come!

Nara Shikaku's eyes instantly became sharp, and he said at the same time: "Order all teams to deploy the Kirigakure Jutsu!"

The distance that most Hyuga clan members can see is one kilometer, and the range that a single ninja can cover using the Kirigakure Jutsu is only about half, so it is completely late to roll out the Kirigakure Jutsu after seeing people.

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The ninjas of Sand Hidden Village are slowly moving forward according to the plan.

It was said to be slow, but they advanced faster than other ninja villages because Sunagakure Village could use puppets to explore the way.

As long as a puppet can pass, people can also pass. Every ninja in Sand Hidden Village believes in this truth.

"Damn it, why is this fog so thick?" the Sunagakure ninja named Kai couldn't help but said.

His companion expressed relief: "Isn't it normal for fog to occur in the early morning? Just wait until the sun comes out."

Kai frowned: "But the fog is too thick. I can hardly see my puppet. How about you?"

"I can't see clearly either. Why don't you take the puppet back?"

"No," Kai sneered, "The more this happens, the farther away you have to be from your puppet."

"This heavy fog blocks more than just our line of sight. Once we encounter an emergency, we use puppets to attract the enemy's attention, while the main body hides and waits for action."

Hearing this, his companion nodded repeatedly and agreed: "As expected of a senior who has participated in three battles, he is really rich in experience."

"However, the two of us should stay closer together so that we can take care of each other if anything happens."

After that, the two took a few steps in each other's direction, and at the same time released their puppets further in the direction.

The two slowed down and waited for the sun to rise.

However, as time passed, the fog not only did not disperse, but became thicker and thicker.

Kai couldn't even see his companions clearly. The alarm in his heart rang loudly, and he shouted: "There is something wrong with this fog!"

However, along with his voice, there was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air and penetrating flesh.

"Pfft!"

Heartbreaking pain instantly shot from his chest, and a mouthful of blood immediately poured out of Kai's throat. he

He glanced down and saw that an arrow had completely penetrated his body. If it weren't for the feathers at the end, I might not even know how I died.

"Wow!"

He fell to his knees, blood mixed with saliva spilling all over the floor.

Kai stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed the end of the arrow, and broke it instead of pulling it out carelessly.

He lay on the ground, trying his best to hide his figure, and at the same time took back the puppet that was placed outside.

Then Kai slowly crawled towards his companion's position, but he was a little unlucky. The arrow happened to penetrate his heart, and he was dead.

"Ahem!"

He couldn't help but cough twice and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Then Kai looked at the arrows on the corpses of his companions, puzzled.

arrows...

This weapon indicates that the enemy should be quite far away from you.

However, he just said that this fog is not a one-way fog. As long as they are in the fog, everyone's vision will be blocked, but Konoha used this arrow to take away the lives of his companions.

etc!

Kai suddenly thought that there is another kind of person in this world who plays games with a transparent screen.

"Roll your eyes!"

He almost said these two words through gritted teeth.

Ahem!

He coughed out another mouthful of blood, and then without any hesitation, he controlled the puppet to wrap himself up, and ran in the direction he came from without looking back.

The next second, an arrow filled with flowing wind struck from behind, piercing the puppet and Kai's body cleanly.

With a plop, this "senior" who had participated in the Third Ninja War and had rich experience fell here forever.

And he is not alone.

In this thick fog, accompanied by the sound of sharp arrows piercing the air, one after another Sunagakure Village ninja fell.

Behind the battlefield, in Konoha's command tent.

"The fourth team also sent news that all Sunagakure ninjas within sight have been annihilated!"

"At this point, the first forward force sent by Sunagakure Village has been declared completely annihilated!"

From the beginning of the war to the complete destruction of the Sunagakure Village reconnaissance force, it only took less than half an hour, and the casualties on Konoha's side were zero!

Even though he had expected it, the moment he heard the news, Nara Shikaku still put his hands on the table and stood up.

A pair of eyes stared like bells, and he shouted: "Hinata Kiyomi, you are really a genius!"